I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 289

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Chapter 289 – Helldiver

“Okay, let’s go!”

As I was about to step out, I heard Rinko’s voice from the composite golem’s onboard communicator.

“Don’t worry, it’s not a problem. Can you try a natural fall as close to the surface as possible? I’ll let you know when to teleport.”

“…? Yeah, got it.”

“Okay, let’s go… three, two, one…”

I take the plunge and jump into the air.

“Bungee!”

“It’s not a bungee!”

Despite its massive mass, the composite golem seemed to fall relatively slowly. Even though its arms and legs were outstretched, it was still relatively small. There should be little or no air resistance.

“Seven hundred… five hundred… three hundred, okay Yoshua, teleport!”

“Got it!”

When we are near the surface of the earth, I use teleportation near the walls of Keol. I thought it would consume a lot of magic power, but I was also growing, and there was no change in my physical condition or sensations. Despite the massive cavalry body, I was not buried in the snowfield.

…But this is? But if it takes less magic to store than to teleport with a large mass…

I suddenly look away, and my eyes meet Myrril-san’s, who tilts her head.

“Why didn’t we just go down there in person and take it out of storage?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I was thinking the same thing. It’s a little late for that.”

The instrument panel in the cockpit flashed red, telling me something. The symbol resembles an ice cream cone, but what is it?

“Rinko, the ice cream symbol on the far right is blinking.”

“That’s it, a newly developed fall suppression magic circle. It is called the Magi Parachute. It’s about to wear off!”

“Eh.”

At the same time as a small vibration went through the rider’s body, the composite golem was buried up to his knees.

“Say it first, geez…”

“Yoshua, the monster is coming!”

Controlling its posture, the scarecrow waddled up and landed on all fours about a hundred yards away. It looked up with a grimace and looked at us as if it were tilting its head. It seems that the story about it being close to magic was true. So it is taking in the creatures around it and sucking up the magic power for its operation. Since Ecla-san, the strongest witch, has not fully recovered from the loss of magic power, the source of magic power is me and the composite golem that contains Myrril.

In a crawling position, the scarecrow monster charges straight at us.

“Avoid it!”

“Hyah!”

I channeled magic power into the golem’s limbs as I pulled back on the joystick. The composite golem twisted quickly as its multiple actuators roared to life. The golem dodged the onslaught of the corpse-flesh golem and rolled dazed onto the snowfield, having mowed down the passing rider’s feet with a shell rod. It is true that the reaction speed has increased. The scarecrow’s legs that were hit by the blow were bent in a strange direction as if its strength had also increased. It is uncanny that the scarecrow jumps around with zigzagging legs without caring. It plays off the fist that is about to hit it and changes bodies. A blow from a shell rod swung in pursuit hits the back of the head, and a strange, dull sound is transmitted. It was not an external sound but an unpleasant sensation that seemed to be transmitted as a vibration between the riders who came into contact with the weapon. A bluish-white light escaped from the head like an exhaled breath. It might have been a magical light given the circumstances, but to me, it looked like a breath in its final stages.

“Oh crap… what is that…?”

Myrril groaned beside me. Actually, I felt the same way. The back of the corpse-flesh golem’s head is caved in and distorted, and its neck is bent at an angle that would be impossible for a human. Since it is not human, there is no reason to feel uncomfortable or disgusted by it. This golem, which in no way felt like a machine or a magical tool in terms of material, atmosphere, or behavior, was intensely unpleasant to look at. Worst of all, it had a number of lightless stones hanging from its face like thin threads, whether they were magical cores or not.

“Ohhhhhh, disgusting!”

The corpse golem, shaking and falling to its knees, looked like it was about to collapse as it was, but it began to convulse upright, jumping up and down.

“”Oooohhhh!””

The haphazardly swung staff smashed the corpse-flesh golem that crept closer and closer. The first few shots still emitted a bluish-white magical light, but then something that could not be determined, whether it was blood, bodily fluids, or rotting juice splattered everywhere. What looked like a piece of flesh stuck to the rider’s body, but it was pulled by the stringy fluid, almost entangling the rider’s body.

“Damn it!”

I yank it off with all my might and move out of the way. The way it turns its head and shakes its whole body is like a scarecrow monster laughing at you, and a shiver of fear runs down my spine.

The hand holding it is shattered, and large and small white fragments protrude from the bent parts.

When I realized that these were broken and exposed bones, something inside me exploded.

“Ooohhh!”

Whether I hit it or not, the corpse-flesh golem tilted its head and came closer, waving its face with a magic core dangling from it that had lost its light. It threw me off, but I wrapped my arms around it; I kicked it away, but it rolled away and got right back up; finally, it opened its arms as if to embrace me and jumped at me.

“Pile bunker!”

An internal pile driver shoots out, and a two-meter steel pile is driven through the scarecrow’s head. It is pulled out and stabbed through the neck, chest, and stomach, tearing it sideways. A reddish-black mass spilled out, but I didn’t care. With all the magic power and arm strength I could muster, I leveraged the joystick and swung it away, stabbing the enemy’s entire body with it. I couldn’t stand the discomfort of the bodily fluids and even the pieces of flesh that stuck to the rider’s body. Rolling on the snowfield, I scraped it off and finally bounced it off with a magic barrier.

“Haah… haah…”

The next thing I knew, the corpse-flesh golem had stopped moving, reduced to a shredded wreck with no trace of its original form.

“Are you okay, Yoshua?”

“I’m not all right, but… I mean, it’s already dead, you know… it might have been dead to begin with.”

“Yoshua.”

Rinko’s voice came from the ship’s communicator.

“Stay away from it, I’m going to burn it with super napalm.”

“I mean, how old are you?”

Laughing at my stunned response, the clumsy saint dropped a special incendiary bomb with a thickening substance that had the effect of breaking the magic circle. The barrel-like object, which fell in an arc under attitude control, struck the scarecrow’s wreckage and exploded in blue-white flames.

“The name is apt, but I’m sure it works. It erodes the magic cores and causes it to release its magical power.”

A white light flashed and crackled amidst the bursting flames. I felt a slight sensation of magic power being drained from our rider’s body, which was far away from the area of effect.

“Oh, well, where’s Ecla-san?”

“Over there, I think.”

On the crumbling wall where we had separated, there was the figure of a witch holding her head in her hands.